Hey Yall, Flare here, kk, thought I'd try my hand at a WSS ficcy. Enjoy and Review!
Baby-John knew not to walk the streets alone after dark. He wasn't stupid, just careless. So he did. He didn't figure that the Sharks would really be prowling around his flat this late at night, so when Pepe and Toro cornered him in the alley, he was less than ready for it.
"So," growled Pepe, "are you ready for another beating Jet-boy? Huh?" Toro laughed coldly as he noted the fear in Baby-John's eyes, although the boy tried hard to mask it. Toro drew an ice pick and tossed it casually from hand to hand.
"Let's get 'em." He growled. The both began to pummel Baby-John senseless. With two boys twice his size on him, punching like there was no tomorrow, all he could do was yell.
"JETS! RIFF! ACTION! HELP!"
"¡Suspendalo usted Bastardos o yo le golpeará tan duramente usted madres desearán que usted nunca hubiera nacido!" A voice yelled sharply, causing Pepe and Toro to bolt into the alley.
Baby-John felt someone lift his head.
"Oh you poor kid… It's all right, they've left now…" A soft female voice murmured. Puerto Rican Baby-John realized. He barely opened his eyes to see a young girl in street clothes cradling him. She's pretty… he thought as a loud yell burst through the silence.
"Get off 'im ya dirty spic whore!" Riff yelled arrogantly. The girl jumped up, but Baby-John touched her arm.
"What's your name?" The girl hesitated and whispered,
"Rita."
"O, I'm Baby-John…" Rita smiled briefly at him and raced off through the night.
Riff was immediately at his side. Riff was the leader of the jets. Tough and cool, he worried about his friends, and felt responsible for baby-John, even if it was his own dumb fault.
"Baby-John, are you all right? What'd she do ta ya?"
"Nuthin." He insisted to his leader, "She scared off Toro and Pepe…" Riff glared at Baby-John and sighed.
"Whatever, look, let's get you cleaned up, all right?"
"Yeah, ok…"
It was near 2:00 am when Rita crept into the small apartment building she lived in. She crept silently up to her front door and reached form the handle…
only to be grabbed by a strong hand. Her dark hair was in her chocolate eyes, but she knew that grip.
"Buenos noches 'Nardo."
"Hola Margarita, is it not a bit late for you to be out?" Bernardo asked coldly.
"Perhaps…" she replied softly, maybe she was lucky and he didn't know about the incident with the Jet boy…
"It is too late; at least, Toro and Pepe think it is…"
… or not. In a flash Bernardo had her pressed up against the wall.
"Did I not already tell you not to interfere? Didn't I?"
"Sí 'Nardo."
"Then listen next time Rita. I let Maria escape because she is family, but you I will not. Now get to bed."
"Sí 'Nardo."
Rita slunk into her flat plotting against Bernardo. The Jets didn't seem so bad; perhaps she could find a way to help them.
Hope u like it peeps. I wanna hook her up w/ one of the Jets, so, review and help me think of which one.
MWA!
A/N: Lay off him you Bastards or I'll beat you so hard you mothers will wish you'd never been born!